the sea
nothing but waves
flaring up in blue
crashing into rocks
nothing but the fact
of your openness, your presence
your call
that life is, as ever
alive and kicking
that life is a song
to be shared, and for some time
to be lived.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
The steam from the black coffee rose in a jagged, translucent swirl, a ghost of heat against the sharpening chill of the Dehradun morning. I...